You thought you were watching her grow away from you—but she was growing toward forever.
warnings ✮⋆˙ established relationship, hurt/comfort, THEY COMMUNICATE, happy ending, dating (mentions of future marriage), fluff, overthinking/anxious reader, kissing, love sick fools, a break from smut, sappy romance
Distant. Wanda had been distant lately.
Not a cold distant, just somewhere else. Somewhere buried in spreadsheets, client calls, and the glow of her computer screen that stretched far past midnight. You knew how much her company meant to her, how hard she’d fought to build it from the ground up. But lately, it felt like the only time you saw her was in passing—her lips brushing your forehead as she whispered “I’ll be home late, love you.”
In spite of missing her, you showed up to her office one afternoon. Coffee in hand, your heart feeling at a loss, you didn't expect a comment that would break something in you.
"Things have been so smooth lately," someone, one of her employees commented nearby, casually typing away. "Ever since Ms. Maximoff started to focusing more on the business instead of... distractions."
With a sensitive heart and a mind that works way too much, the comment took the wind out of you. All attempts at seeing her that day was spend back at home. The rest of the day passed in a blur, half tears, half obsessive determination. You went home, poured yourself over every financial report, every growth chart, every meeting summary.
You had enough to build a file with the information you cultivated. You found what you were afraid you’d find. The numbers didn’t lie. Ever since Wanda started spending less time with you, her company’s profits had spiked.
So when Wanda decided to work from home that week, you saw your chance.
She was in her office when you entered—hair tied back, red sweater sleeves pushed up, eyes fixed on the screen. You didn’t say a word. Just set the folder down in front of her.
She glances briefly at the file only briefly, "What's this? Im kind of busy. Can it wait-?"
"Just read it."
She hesitated, then flipped open the folder. Pages and charts and highlights stared back at her. She skimmed the first few, brows furrowing, before glancing up.
“Okay… these are company reports. So?”
You stepped closer, circling around the desk to stand beside her. The smell of her perfume hit you—familiar, grounding, almost enough to undo you right there. You leaned in, finger dragging over the pages, flipping them as you explain everything to her.
After explaining, she removes her glasses, looking up at you. "Yes, I am aware of this, I have meetings just to go over this kind of information."
You swallowed hard, your hand resting on the corner of her desk.
"Everything's better," you said softly. "your numbers, your clients, your sales. You're doing well, Wanda. So whatever you've been doing lately, it's really working for you."
Your voice cracked on you. Wanda finally turned to you, expression softening as she caught the tremor in your hands, the way your thumb rubbed at the small pendant hanging around your neck, the one she'd given on your first anniversary.
"Sweetheart," she murmured, rising slowly. "Is something on your mind?"
You hate how the room blurs so quick.
“I just… I realized you’re doing better without me,” you whispered. “That everything got better when you stopped… being with me."
Your words broke halfway through. The tears you’d been holding back spilled freely now, your shoulders shaking as you tried to cover your face.
Wanda’s chair scraped back, and before you could move away, her hands were on yours—warm, grounding.
“Hey, hey,” she said softly, stepping closer. “Is that what this is all about?”
You nodded, eyes squeezed shut, unable to meet her gaze.
Wanda exhaled, slow and heavy. Then she pulled you against her chest, her chin resting atop your head. You could feel her heartbeat against your ear, steady and familiar.
“You think I’m working hard because I want to get away from you?” she whispered. “Oh, detka…”
Her tone cracked then, gentle but aching. She pulled back just enough to cup your cheek, brushing away the tears with her thumb.
“I should’ve told you sooner.”
Taking your hand, she led you to her desk. She opened the bottom drawer—the one she always kept locked. Inside were three small velvet boxes, neatly lined up.
You blinked. She picked one up, opening it slowly to reveal a delicate ring—platinum, simple, beautiful. Then she opened the next: a gold one with small red stones. The third, silver with a twisting band that looked handmade.
“I’ve been saving,” she said quietly. “Every late night, every client call, every weekend I didn’t spend with you—it’s all been for this. I’ve been trying to find the perfect ring for you. But I couldn’t decide. I bought one, then another, then another, second-guessing what you’d truly love. I was going to surprise you.”
Your lips trembled.
“You… you were planning to propose?”
Wanda smiled softly, eyes glassy.
“I am planning to propose."
She slipped one of the rings from its box and held it out—not to place on your finger just yet, but to show you, to share the moment. Her other hand rose to cup your face again, pulling you into her.
The kiss that followed wasn’t desperate or rushed—it was slow, trembling, real. The kind that tasted of apology and promise.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling through the remnants of tears.
“You really thought I’d ever do better without you?” Wanda whispered against your temple. "The only reason why I've been cooped up in this god forsaken hell is because of you. You've motivated me, pushed me to work so hard to afford something forever with you. The last thing on my mind is leaving you, and I am so deeply sorry that it's ever reached a moment you've had to think that."
Your breath hitched, her words sinking in so fast it almost hurt. The tension that had been strangling your chest began to crumble, leaving you standing there with shaking hands and glassy eyes.
Her thumb brushed another tear from your cheek before she pressed a soft kiss to the spot it had been. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze just yet—you were too afraid you’d fall apart completely if you did.
“Wanda…” you breathed, voice barely there.
She hummed in response, arms tightening around your waist as if she could hold the guilt right out of you.
“I should’ve told you sooner,” she murmured. “About the late nights, the meetings, all of it. I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted it to be perfect.”
You finally looked up at her, eyes flicking between hers, searching for the truth you’d missed this whole time. She smiled faintly through the exhaustion, then reached past you toward the drawer she’d left open earlier.
From inside, she pulled out the small velvet boxes again, this time opening one to reveal a simple, elegant band—your style to the last detail.
“I kept changing my mind,” she said softly. “Every design felt wrong. Too plain, too much, too little… nothing felt like you. So I kept working. Kept saving. Until I could get it right.”
You stared at it, chest aching, heart twisting in every direction at once.
“You’ve been doing all of this… for us,” you said quietly, guilt heavy in your throat.
“For you,” she corrected, cupping your jaw. “For the life I want with you.”
That broke whatever composure you had left. You let out a small, uneven sob, and she pulled you against her again—warm, solid, and real. The kind of hug that said you’re safe now.
Her lips brushed the top of your head.
“You’re my reason, detka. Not my distraction.”
note ⋆. 𐙚 ̊ i hoped you enjoyed. Im in a sappy mood, im also on my period, and I also think there should be more hurt/comfort/fluff in the world.... im a little tired of sex sex sex rn. (ALSO yes wanda did find wgi said that comment, and she did have a talk w the employee. ended up firing them)
Wanda absolutely loving yns natural scent, and mixing her own with yn. And def when shes feeling stressed putting her face in yns neck where her mark is to get a bigger smell of yn. But she suddenly finds that yn smells different, and at first she thinks it's a new body wash but she even smells it after they've had sex mixed in with her sweat and cum. So wanda going bat shit crazy over who could this be what's trying to step into her territory but also feeling worried and scared in case this is similar to when dogs can smell cancers.
Long story short, yn is pregnant and she was smelling her scent mixed with the scent of their unborn child ;)
I hope this idea is okay.
Citrus
Pairing: Alpha Wanda x Omega Reader
Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of sex
Wanda had smelled it the first time a couple days ago. At first she just brushed it off as you using a new body wash. It wasn’t uncommon for you to switch up the scent every now and then. Your usual floral scent had taken on a citrusy smell. It wasn’t all the time just when she was close enough to smell every little detail.
She first smelled it after she got back from a long mission. When her arms were wrapped tightly around you and she had her nose buried near your mating mark. At first she pulled back. Her noise wrinkling at the foreign scent. But eventually she just shrugged and went right back to nosing at your neck. It must just have been a different body wash.
The second time she smelled it was after you came back from a quick mission on gathering intel. You changed out of your mission suit and laid in bed beside her. Curling against her side with a relieved sigh. Her fingers brushed through your hair when she paused. That same citrus scent clung to your skin. Faded a bit. This time Wanda’s mind raced. Had you really been on a mission? She quickly brushed the thought off though. You had shown her nothing but loyalty since the beginning. There was no reason for her to doubt you now.
The third time was when those doubts took over. You were laying on your back under her as she nosed at your neck. She had just gotten done worshipping you and now she longed to smell your after sex scent. Though when she pressed her nose to your neck it was there again. Stronger now. She couldn’t hold back the possessive growl that leaves her lips. Pulling back to look at you she glared.
”Whos scent is on you?” She asked angrily. Her voice low and rough.
”What?” At this point you were confused. You didn’t know what brought this on.
”Who’s scent is on you. You’ve smelled like citrus for weeks. Are you cheating on me?” Your eyes widen. Before you Burst out laughing. Wanda growled again not amused. “Why are you laughing?”
Pushing her off of you you make your way to the closet and pull out a small bag.
”I was gonna tell you on our anniversary but seems someone has a strong nose” Wanda looks at the bag confused but takes it. What she sees inside makes every doubt disappear. No wonder your scent smelled different.
”Y-your pregnant?” Tears were welling up in her eyes as her hand shook around the little baby onesie and the pregnancy test. All you could manage through tears was your own nod. In seconds she had you in her arms. Instead of pulling away this time when she smelled the citrus she nuzzled happily.
about: y/n, a college student starts her new internship. she is off to a rough start but don't worry it gets better.
secrets untold au
You loved the fall, watching the leaves fall to the ground. The quiet simplicity of birds chirping, how they’d wake you up each and every morning. Every morning was a good morning in your head.
You were in on your way to work, a part time job as you were a college student. This “job” as you called it, was a paid internship with one of the most well-known film companies. Today was your first day there, you still couldn’t believe it.
Your heart raced as you approached the bold red stairs that led up to the tall building. You stood there for a moment, was this really happening? You thought to yourself as a woman with auburn hair bumped into you, causing you to stumble. You fell to the floor, your knee bleeding slightly. You groaned softly, looked at your skinned knee.
Your eyes glance up towards the tall woman in heels who had a frown on her face, you could tell she didn’t mean to do that. “Oh, I am so sorry honey.” She spoke, helping you off of the ground.
Her eyes trailed down to your bloody knee, she winced. “I have a first aid kit in my office, if you want?” She asked. You nodded, following behind her as she led you into the building.
Your eyes scan the room, there were a bunch of cubicles and a break room. This building didn’t feel like professional place of business though, the decorations felt homey in a sense. There were a bunch of pictures in frames, a lot of scenery and sunshines.
One photograph really caught your attention, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a picture of a really beautiful red-headed woman with green eyes. The woman hovered behind you, smiling at your interest in that specific image.
“You like that one?” She husked, her voice startling you slightly. You nod in response, “It’s such a good photograph, not just the quality but the woman in the picture as well.” Your eyes focused on all the little small details that could be missed by another’s eyes. Like the sparkle in the green eyes or the small grin in the photo that is hidden by an obvious frown.
“My wife. That’s my wife, I took that photograph myself. You think she’s pretty?” The woman smirked at you, your eyes notice the very obvious wedding band on her finger that you had not seen before.
You turn red, slightly embarrassed that you were fangirling over her wife, and her photo. You were impressed though, because it was such a good photo. “Aw, you getting shy on me sweetheart?” Her eyes burned into yours, it felt like she could see right into your soul.
Her eyes fall back onto your bruised knee, “Ah right, let’s go get that cleaned up.” She nodded, leading you to her office. Her office was huge, she had her own leather couch, fairy lights and even a wall mounted television. Your attention fell onto her shelf of cameras, which made sense since she said she took that photo from earlier.
She pulled a first aid kit out of her desk, “Come over here, will you dear?” She asked, digging through the bandaids and such. You sat on the couch, near her. Her hand brought your leg up, on top of her lap.
“This is going to sting a little” She hummed before wiping your knee with an alcohol pad. You groaned, feeling the intense sting. You were never one for pain, even the slightest amount would send you spirling. Which is why you were surprised that you were able to remain your composure before. But it’s like the woman could see right behind your wall, as tears started to form in your eyes.
She placed a bandaid on your knee, sealing the bruise after putting antibiotic cream on it. “All better.. Do you want me to kiss it better?” A warm smile creeped up on her face. You nodded shyly. That didn’t sound too bad, you thought.
The woman gently removed your leg from her lap, placing it back onto the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as to how she was going to kiss your knee if it was on your ground.
That’s when she stood up from the couch, crouching right in front of you as she made direct eye contact. As she got on her knees and kissed yours.
You could feel her warm lips on your knee, her hot breath tickling your knee. You groan softly, your heart fluttered. You couldn’t lie that she didn’t get you all flustered. She arose, helping you up.
“Well, you’re all fixed, sweetheart. Excuse my matters, I didn’t catch your name earlier? My name is Wanda Maximoff.” The auburn haired woman smiled.
You felt your heart drop when you came to the realization that this was THE Wanda Maximoff, as in your BOSS, Wanda Maximoff? This was not good..
“Y/N…. Y/L/N.” You mumbled softly, your eyes fell to your floor as you felt your gut drop.
"Oh? You’re Y/N, ah I was wondering where you were. You are my new intern. I bet we’ll be having a lot of fun together.” She chuckled, taking a seat at her desk.
Your eyes read her gold name plate on her desk. It read W. Maximoff.
When mommy Wanda doesn't have enough from you and inevitably can't control herself during the aftercare. The fact is, Wanda cares too much about her little girl and she is always so helpful to clean you up that sometimes she just has the urge to have a little more of you.
Feeling her tongue touching your throbbing folds makes you already whimper, you try to close your legs but she holds your thighs to keep you spread. Your clit is still pulsing from the orgasm you had minutes ago and you feel your cum dripping from your cunt. You are completely exposed to her, so sensitive that your skin shivers every time she touches you.
She starts licking the mess you had made, taking every drop you released, your taste is so addictive to her and she makes you very clear about that when she swallows looking up at you.
You feel the tip of her tongue slipping into your cunt and you instantly moan loudly, so sensitive to any pressure, "Mommy what are you doing? please, stop". She curls her tongue inside you before pulling it out, "I need to clean you out, sweetheart. There is still a little more of your mess missing, I promise it won't take long".Her tongue inside you again, curling with slow movements, the rest of your cum dripping and sticking on her chin.
Your whimpers begin to sound more desperate but luckily for your sensitive pussy she pulled out her tongue with a sip of your taste, and she swallowed again. Licking the last of your liquid, she kept pressing the tip of her tongue into the crack of your cunt. She could already say the cleaning is done, but she keeps pushing into you. You feel your needy increasing and the ache for more contact. She can't hold herself anymore so her tongue invades your tight hole again. Realizing that she's about to use you one more time makes the tone of your voice mixes with despair and excitement, "Please mommy, you said you would only help me to clean up", she thrusts deeper before answering you, "oh baby, I'm trying to get you clean but it's not my fault that you can't stop wetting yourself". A long night it will be until she's done with you.
